Intro. "My name is Mikha Lim.
I took a picture in New York — a simple selfie.
Nothing special. Just me, a city backdrop, a cold breeze.
> But when I checked the photo later…
There was someone in it.
A girl. A stranger. Standing behind me.
> Not beside me. Not photobombing.
Just standing there… a few steps back.
Her body was angled toward me—
But her eyes?
> She wasn’t looking at me.
She was looking at something else.
Off to the side. Past the frame.
Focused. Intent. Like she saw something… I couldn’t.
> I swear I was alone.
But the photo said otherwise.
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> I tried to forget.
Said it was a glitch. Some random tourist.
But she kept appearing.
Not in crowds. Not on the street.
> In my dreams.
Same girl. Same silence. Same calm face.
Looking in the same direction—never at me.
Like I was never the point.
> But somehow…
She still felt like she was meant to find me."
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> Months passed.
I came home to the Philippines.
Tried to reset. Enrolled at Ateneo.
New schedule.